Amber
I stared at myself in the full length mirror and felt like running far far away and never ever come back here ever again. I don't want this. I don't want this life that was supposed to be Vera's. I was not supposed to stand here wearing this extravagant beautiful dress which was not meant to be mine. It fits though and I was barely recognizable but what was the point? This was not mine. Not this dress. Not this extravagant wedding. Not Ivan. None of this was mine and I don't want it. Because deep down I knew that the life I will be entitled to once I go down that aisle will be the darkest narrative of what was laid out for Vera.
How could things went so wrong so fast? Why was all this happening to me?
